Authors: Anne Rooney
‘Wait!’ Ava shouted. ‘Don’t leave me to them.’
‘Afraid, my dear?’ Ignace smiled properly, and they saw his fangs for the first time.
The sky darkened with the threat of a storm and long, hard drops of rain drummed on the leaves and pitted the sand of the shore. Ruby, Alistair, Finn and Omar crowded into the nearest tent. Ignace told Juliette and Ava to follow them.
He swore to Ava that he would be in the adjoining tent, keeping her safe.
The wind thrashed the tent flap so that it slapped to and fro, a dark triangle beating against the flysheet like a great wing. Juliette reached out to grab it, to zip it up, feeling the rain cold against her arm. Suddenly, strong fingers gripped her wrist.
Juliette screamed, trying to pull her arm free, but the fingers dug in tighter, hurting her, then twisting as though trying to break her arm.
‘Help!’ she managed to whimper through the pain. ‘Something is holding me! Help!’
Before the others could do anything a shape blocked the entrance to the tent. The fabric made the shape indistinct. Blue jeans, white shirt, streaks of red. Juliette was still whimpering,
tugging her arm to try to free it, but struggling made the grip tighter, the twisting more painful.
‘Let me in.’
Ava gasped, scrabbled towards the back of the tent and tried to hide herself under sleeping bags.
‘What are you doing?’ shouted Omar, as she crawled over him. He lunged towards Juliette, grabbing her. The figure outside crouched down, not letting go of her wrist, and ripped the flap aside. His chest was covered with blood, spreading from the tent peg still sticking between the ribs.
‘Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in,’ he grinned, finally letting go of Juliette’s wrist so that she fell backwards into Omar. His eyes scanned the tent, his face tight with fury and pain, until they fell on Ava cowering at the back. He lunged
‘You’re supposed to be dead!’ she wailed over the sleeping bag clutched in front of her.
‘You wish!’ he snarled.
Finn snatched the man’s arm.
‘Leave it! You aren’t having your fight in here. If you two want to tear into each other, you can do it outside – tent-peg boy.’
The newcomer snarled, showing his teeth, but Finn didn’t flinch.
‘I’m not scared of you,’ he said. ‘I don’t reckon you’re up to much of a fight with that tent peg stuck in you – and I’m telling you, boy, I can fight.’
Nathan lunged towards Finn’s neck, his mouth
open, threatening to bite.
‘No, Nathan,’ Ava shouted from the back of the tent. ‘That won’t work with him. You’ve picked the wrong fight this time.’
Finn and Nathan were still locked together, gripping each other’s arms, head to head.
‘So. You, too?’ Omar said, as calmly as possible. ‘I don’t think fighting is the way forward. This is going to be difficult enough as it is.’
He laid a hand gently on Nathan’s shoulder. ‘Come on. Let’s do the flaps up to keep the rain out and then talk.’
‘I don’t want to talk to you,’ snarled Nathan. ‘I want to get
‘Well, that’s not going to happen. There are six
of us and one of you, and you aren’t going to touch her. So can we have a civilised conversation?’
Nathan strained towards Finn, but wasn’t strong enough to break his hold.
‘She tried to kill me!’
‘You tried to kill her. So can’t you just say you’re even?’ Omar struggled to keep his temper.
‘What about this?’ Nathan pointed at the tent peg.
‘Ah, that. It hadn’t occurred to you to take it out?’
‘You’re not supposed to take out something you’re impaled on,’ said Alistair. ‘It can cause more damage coming out than going in.’
‘Shut up, math-boy,’ snapped Finn.
‘Look, we’re all in this together, whether we like
it or not,’ said Juliette at last.
‘You shut up, too, vamp-tramp.’
Juliette turned on Finn in fury, but Omar caught her arm.
‘Stop it, everyone!’
The flaps of the tent parted. It was Ignace.
‘You’re not doing very well, are you?’
‘And who are you?’ shouted Nathan. ‘I’m going to kill that –’
‘No, you’re not. For one thing, if you bite her you won’t kill her – you’ll just be stuck with her for eternity. I don’t want to be policing you lot for the next 400 years any more than you want me to be doing it. But this has happened on my patch,
and I’m going to sort it out – at least for tonight. You – Nathan, is it? – outside. I can remove that tent peg safely.’
Nathan didn’t move. He scowled at Ignace.
‘Now. Do it.’
Nathan backed out of the tent and sat, sullen, at Ignace’s feet.
‘We need some flour,’ Ignace continued. ‘Do you have any?’
‘No,’ said Ruby. ‘Why would we?’
‘Stale bread any good?’ She handed him the food bag out of the tent.
Ignace made Nathan lie on the ground, despite
the rain which pounded against his wet shirt.
‘This will hurt,’ he said as he took hold of the end of the tent peg. ‘Bite on some bread and try not to scream – we don’t want to attract attention if anyone is around. Ava, get out here.’
When Ava was beside him, shivering and soon drenched, Ignace hauled on the tent peg, drawing it slowly from Nathan’s chest.
As he pulled, Nathan’s back arched and he growled in agony through the bread clenched between his teeth. Ava felt sick.
As the tent peg came out, red along its length, a little blood pooled on Nathan’s chest and Ignace immediately dropped bread onto the wound. The bread soaked it up from beneath, turning into a deep red sop. For a moment, Ava remembered the
bread-and-milk sop her grandmother used to make for her when she was ill as a child.
‘Now, you, open your mouth,’ commanded Ignace. And though Ava opened it to object, Ignace stuffed the blood-sop between her lips and then closed her mouth with his hand.
She struggled desperately to spit it out, the metallic, salty tang of the blood making her feel as sick as the idea of it. She tried to open her mouth, tried to cry ‘Can’t’ and ‘No’, but his hand covered her nose and mouth and she couldn’t breathe unless she swallowed it.
Nathan rolled onto his side, clutching his chest.
Finn launched himself from the tent at Ignace’s legs, but the man took no notice, brushing him off as though he were a fly.
‘You’re a total freak! What was all that about?’
‘Immunity. I thought you knew all about vampires? To cure someone bitten by a vampire, they have to eat bread made from flour and the vampire’s
own blood. You didn’t have flour. This will do. The bread is just a way of getting the blood in.’
Ava, free to breathe again, was gasping and retching.
‘Don’t sick it up – we’ll just have to do it again,’ Ignace said sternly. Ava was white, holding her throat, with either rain or tears streaming down her face. Or perhaps both.
‘But he didn’t bite her, she said he didn’t. Even if this were all true, he didn’t bite her,’ yelled Finn.
‘It’s like a vaccination,’ Ignace said, calm as ever. ‘Protection against the virus. She’ll be immune to vampire bites within a matter of hours. Then you won’t need to control your teenage-boy urges. Which is just as well, as you don’t seem to be very good at that.’
‘Nor you your old-man urges. You’re old enough to be Juliette’s father – in fact, her
-great-great-great-grandfather if we’re to believe you. What’s going on there?’
Omar had appeared at the tent opening. But he stopped at the sight of the blood around Ava’s mouth. ‘And what’s going on here?’
‘I just explained – vaccination. Vampirism is caused by a virus.’
‘But you made her eat his blood? That’s gross!’
‘And creepy,’ added Ruby. ‘Does it work?’
‘Yes. If any of you – or a mosquito – bites her, she will be protected against vampirism. But you won’t feel the desire to bite her. Mosquitoes will, of course, but they can’t harm her now.’
‘How long does it last?’ asked Ruby.
‘Forever, as far as I know. That is, as long as she lives. Because she will die in seventy or eighty years, of course. And you won’t. That will take some getting used to.’
It would indeed. They were all silent, even Finn, for a long time.
‘So,’ Omar said at last. ‘Do we have a choice?’
‘Die now or live forever? Too late – the choice has been made for you. You live forever – virtually. Nathan, you’re lucky she got it wrong – you nearly got the other option. Now – we need to talk. There’s a lot to learn.’
Anne Rooney does not eat meat, in case the taste of blood becomes too appealing.
When not writing books she haunts the cemeteries and catacombs of Paris and Venice and raises non-vampiric daughters and chickens in Cambridge. She studied at a haunted college and her first car was a haunted van; the undead hold no fears for her.
by Anne Rooney
Published by Ransom Publishing Ltd.
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ISBN 978 178127 174 2
First published in 2012
This ebook edition published 2013
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